Then, when I was riding my bike one day, a car hit me, and I was left with injuries. Although I'd been depressed and lonely at my Long Island high school, going to college at Binghamton University improved my life. I could pay the rent for my one-bedroom apartment, save in a 401(k), and pick up any tab I needed to. An avid cyclist, I'd learned there were only two types of bicycle crashes: those you could walk away from and those you couldn't. Two years later, I still need therapy — physical and psychological.

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Persons: I'd, Winston Chiang, nag, Vicodin, I've, Blessed Organizations: Binghamton University, Ivy League Locations: New York City, freefall